Tragedy – Page 16 – Word Smith Wisdom

Trying To Get Back

Trying To Get Back

Well, hello there?

I haven’t seen you in a long, long time.

Where you been hiding?

You never were a close friend of mine.

You say you’re sorry?

Is time supposed to heal all wounds?

You have a story?

I can’t say it hasn’t come too soon.

Your all alone now?

Well, welcome to the loners club.

I need to listen?

Are you going to drag me through the mud?

You’re starting over?

I know that could spell certain doom.

You’ve learned a lesson?

Is that supposed to brighten up the gloom?

You want to tell me?

That is something I fear the most.

How it went down?

I feel like I’m at a ‘celebrity roast.’

You’re wanting back now?

Do I have a label saying fool on my forehead?

Just one chance?

I’m the “Last Chance Café”, or you’re dead?

Not a guilt trip?

Just forty miles of bad road. No end in sight.

A girl I’m with?

No, no girl, which means less chance for a fight.

Well, come on now?

Have you been listening to me at all?

It’s not over?

Does a one legged man ever take a fall?

You’re not willing?

I’m not even considering jumping into the fire.

I have changed now. I’m willing.

I don’t want to change from a hater to a crier.

When you’re gone, you’re gone?

Only to be believed when on your epitaph .

Well now, so long.

Now that that’s over,—- I’ll hit the sack.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple

Well, there you go again. Saying I’m a looser.

Just because I don’t want to do it your way.

All you need to know is that I’m not a snoozer.

I won’t miss the opportunity to play.

We go round and round about the same thing.

Why must it always be your way?

We need to look at what we both bring.

We both need to have our say.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

The day will start out fine with plans you made.

But, let me change just one little thing.

All of a sudden, you’re done with the charade.

Lightning strikes again into our fling.

You will not see any view but your own.

Rational arguments is like spitting into the wind.

They come back twisted & hurt to the bone.

This is definitely coming to a rapid end..

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

After a month or two of not seeing you.

You still will not discuss the problem.

You must think no one can see through you.

But, this does not bring a solution.

After all is said and done, it’s sad.

The good times were some of the very best.

But, they don’t outweigh the bad.

Even so, I don’t think of you any less.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Stuck In The Middle With Two

Stuck In The Middle With Two

I was feeling really down in the dumps.

Girlfriend problems is giving me thumps.

Is it on or is it off? No answer coming .

It is enough to start me running.

Then, quite by accident, it happened.

I met the one who has the caption:

‘Forbidden fruit’, because she’s married.

We clicked and my heart, she carried.

She took it away and eased my anxiety.

Now, how can I face society.

I’m damned if I do .

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

My girlfriend has let me know it is still on.

What a mess. Don’t know if I can go on.

Torn between two lovers. Feeling like a fool.

Loving them both and not knowing what to do.

One is young but, with great social skills.

The married one is mature & knows my will.

They both have their pluses and minuses.

I want both. I don’t know how kind that is.

This can only end up with someone getting hurt.

I would hate that, for what it is worth.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

The married one’s marriage is dead.

She wants a divorce before she loses her head.

For 4 years she has wanted a divorce.

Nothing yet shows she will take this course.

Friends say she is ‘forbidden fruit’, beware.

This may be true but, it’s hard to bare.

The girlfriend is busy with work .

Will soon be in school to . What a quirk.

She seems to have little time for me.

A commitment from her just cannot be.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

No Remorse

No Remorse

Enjoying the sunshine in old Mexico,

we sat on a balcony and watched the sea roll.

Waves crashing on the beach.

Washing away all sin and deceit.

As I sipped at my Tequila,

I ordered her a Margarita.

We talked of times in other places.

About the time we dressed in laces.

We talked of plans and resolutions.

We decided we had no quick solutions.

We’ve been through all this before.

We decide it’s time to close the door.

The good times have run their course.

We have reached our end with no remorse.

You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.

Good times with others at a future time.

We’ve had the best of what was given.

Now it’s time for us to go on living.

We both agree to go our own way.

No regrets left for either to say.

So, we enjoy one final drink together.

We talk of the past and about the weather.

We talk about how far we’ve come.

Though, at times, things were troublesome.

There were many happy times to compensate.

Many, many times we got to bed late.

But, it’s all behind us now.

You finish your drink and I take a bow.

A kiss on the cheek and you walk away.

I watch until you drive away.

I stand and finish my alcoholic tea.

Then I walk straight into the sea!!

The good times have run their course.

We have reached the end with no remorse.

You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.

Good times with others at a future time.

We’ve had the best of what was given.

Now it’s time for us to go on living.

We both agree to go our own way.

No regrets left for either to say.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Dangerous Games

Dangerous Games.

You and me

and HIV.

Ohh, what fun

It started to be.

Now I’m scared.

What will we do?

I may die

because of you.

All was fine

till you fooled around.

See what you got

for being a clown.

We both are doomed.

We’re going to die.

Because you had to

give him a try.

He gave you

a nasty dose

of HIV.

Now, can you boast?

You’ll pay the price,

and so will I.

For your little fling

with that “other” guy.———–R. W. Johnson——(1994)

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Love can hurt, —–they say.

It can also hurt to say, o.k.

Things started out like a wild wind.

Left me hoping it would never end.

I felt I was in the eye of a hurricane.

Things would never be the same.

A wild ride through ‘Lover’s Lane.’

Love was falling, just like rain.

There were puffs of rainbow mist.

Electric shocks from just a kiss.

Star dust, fairy dust, mistletoe & hugs.

Romping through the ‘dreamland’ suds.

You and me, sailing off to eternity.

Returning each morning for our tea.

Excitement around every curve.

Making new memories, as it occurred.

It was new and different every day.

So many games. So much to play.

It was like a dreamland walk.

Until it came to the place to talk.

It ended when you went your way.

All I could do was say—– o.k.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Headline News

Headline News

Hello honey it’s me.

What did you think

when you heard I was back in town?

Did you come to see,

or ask your shrink

If it was me or some other clown?

Did the kids know?

Did they think

it was their long lost daddyo?

I’ve been traveling all around.

If it happened, I was there.

Quick with the news & sound.

Investigative reporter renowned.

It sometimes is a bear.

Lately, this is what I’ve found.

I miss your not being there.

I think of the kids.

I miss you all,— I swear.

I’ve been offered a job on TV.

On local WKIZ

Reporting the news, you see.

I’ve been thinking about it more.

If I take the job.

Will you take me back once more?

———-O.K. honey,—– I see.

Sure old gal, I understand

I guess he’s better than me.

You don’t have to worry,

I’m such a happy man.

WKIZ,—–WKIZ, News.

Today in town, while in the park.

Another man

suffered a broken heart.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Asking For Forgiveness

Asking For Forgiveness

It’s in the box and the flag is up.

This repetition is pretty rough.

I have written you numerous times.

Has answering once ever crossed your mind?

I made copies of all my letters to you.

I must have a shoebox full, or two.

You have no E-Mail address.

You’re not on Facebook. What a mess.

I checked ‘Twitter’ but, you’re not there.

I can’t find you on the net anywhere.

You must have my letters. None were returned.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been burned.

I leave the porch light on every night.

In the hopes you will see the light.

If you drive by, know that I am home.

Just sitting and waiting here all alone.

Time has come and time has gone.

I know I did nothing wrong.

Counting flowers on the wall.

It doesn’t bother me at all.

It breaks up the time.

As I sit here and whine.

I even played solitaire with a deck of 51.

I never gave a hoot if I lost or won.

This may be the last time I’ll ever write to you.

It’s the last time I tell you I feel like a fool.

How long must I wait for a response dear.

I can’t drown my sorrows with a beer.

Loneliness is a dangerous word.

When left unchanged you become a jail bird.

Trapped in your own thoughts and desires.

No way out for cheaters and liars.

I am not either one.

So why the torture? Have a heart. You have none.

I am in the dark on a one way road.

There is a killer here. It’s not a toad.

It’s these paranoid thoughts.

Driving me insane. My affection rots.

I am disenagrating into a blubbery mess.

But, I have to get all this off my chest.

I am sorry mother for all I’ve done.

Won’t you please make contact with your son.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

She said “No”

She Said “No.”

I was walking along some street in town.

There was no particular place I was bound.

Just thinking how different it might have been.

If you would have said ‘yes’ way back then.

I had plans and schemes of what we’d do.

I could make them happen if I had you.

But, you said ‘no’ & our lives went different ways.

Still, I often think about those past days.

I am still here. Stuck in this town.

You’re gone. Nowhere to be found.

I am still single. But, not for lack of trying.

No one measures up to you, I keep sighing.

Somehow I got stuck in the past.

My emotions were shattered, needing a cast.

They haven’t learned to walk again yet.

If they could my life would be set.

I’m a broken man. Stumbling along with no plan.

Searching, but for what? I don’t understand?

A part of me has been ripped away.

I don’t care if it is night or day.

I’ve been this way since you said “No.”

Now, I have no idea where to go.

I walk in the park and see the birds.

I see some lovers having words.

I see kids playing ball & running with a kite.

I saw two teenagers about to have a fight.

It is all like in a dream. Am I here?

I don’t function normally. Isn’t that queer?

No thoughts seem to come clearly.

No, I haven’t been drinking beer, see.

Part of me is missing. It’s been destroyed.

I am not a man, I am just a toy.

They say time heals all wounds.

I hope and pray that healing will come soon.

In the meantime, I walk down a street in town.

I don’t have any idea where I am bound.

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Insight Needed Badly

Insight Needed Badly

Looking into the maelstrom, trying to get a view.

Trying to, somehow, better understand you.

It’s like riding a mechanical bull.

The ups and downs take its toll.

It’s true. A woman thinks different than a man.

But, this much difference, I can’t understand.

The contrast is wide and somewhat twisted.

The real cause of her death is often not listed.

Not that it would come to that.

But, radical reactions is where it is at.

I make all effort to stay under control.

Life around you is never at a lull.

I can say something is black.

You will say it is white, then attack.

What is a no no for others is o.k. for you.

This keeps everybody in a stew.

You project onto others all that is wrong.

Never seeing it was you all along.

What a twisted tale we tell.

When we lie to ourselves like hell.

How long till you see that it is true?

You can never run away from you.

I am bailing. It is too much for me.

Let someone else give it a try and see.

Until you finally come to your senses,

your life will always be blocked by fences.

Fences you’ve created in your own mind.

A spinster life for you would be kind.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)